Cult of Dagon

Decrepit buildings on the seaport in this town
The rest have gone, only a few are still around
Disfigured drowners with a secret not to tell
Assemble at the black church when they toll the bell

[?] fills the chapel when the sun goes down
The high priest finally emerges with the two-pronged crown
He preaches of archaic faith from long ago
And speaks of cyclopedic cities in the undertow

[Solo]

Late at night when the full moon is shining
Out on the reef rock, silhouettes are lining
And you can hear perverted words vibrated
The sanguine rites have been initiated

The offering is almost dead and bleeding
The hour is short, so they commence with breeding
They copulate with the submerged while seeding
To ensure Dagon continues feeding

I can't tell if I'm awake or dreaming
I hear the sound of something awful screaming
Foretold for centuries of this redeeming
Awakening the anti-cosmic being